#merci beaucoup lol

[gardenoblues]

Tyler: *sobbing on a corner*

Bianca: What the hell happened to him?

Enid: Wednesday confessed her feelings to him this morning.

Bianca:...ok, that's great? Didn't he like her too, why's he crying?

Enid: Well... *turns to Tyler* hey Ty, what happened to you this morning?

Tyler: Wednesday confessed to me.

Enid: And what did you say?

Tyler: *sobs harder* "Merci beaucoup"

[svtskneecaps]

oh good news for those of us who only saw the english version of the french union call for testimony, or who don't speak french:

when in english they said quackity "half-heartedly" acknowledged things, in the french version the word they used was "demi-mot". having consulted a few dictionaries i THINK it's not a direct translation or at least not a wholly accurate one. from what i'm seeing, "reconnaître à demi-mot" roughly means "to admit indirectly". translation of "demi-mot" directly seems to be something like "implicitly" or "without spelling things out".

i've linked the sources where i found the translations for any english speakers who want to double check and please, any native french speaker who disagrees PLEASE tell me if you have a different translation than was provided, or have insight on the connotation!!

"half-heartedly" implies a lack of personal or emotional investment which i think got a lot of us on the defensive (certainly raised my eyebrow) but i think that's just an imperfect translation. from what i'm seeing, 'demi-mot' doesn't have those same connotations.

(incidentally, putting 'reconnaître à demi-mot' into google translate does produce 'to acknowledge half-heartedly'; no shade, to be clear, considering they're a FRENCH union i wouldn't blame them if they had to use online translation tools, and 'demi-mot' is hard to translate, at least for me)

both english and french versions of the call are linked in this post

ADDITION FROM THE REPLIES:

@selemina : "French speaker here, you are very right! In this context, it could mean "he recognized, without saying so explicitly [...]". Or it is a notion of not enough being said on a subject. There is a layer of secrecy to something said 'à demi-mot', which often implies dishonesty. Applied to this context, I think the union is suspicious of Quackity's latest declaration (probably from seeing many dishonest people in charge before) but still reporting the facts." (THANK YOU!!)

[porcelainerose]

Don't worry, don't be sad, if you think you've lost everything - it just means you've got nothing to lose and everything to gain.

it’s okay to have bad days, good days will follow

thank you for your message. it took me a while to reply because when i received it, to be honest, i was in denial. i even thought your message was mean at first, but then time passed and i reread your message and i think it's sadly true.

unfortunately, i thought i could be important to someone. i thought i was someone you didn’t want to lose, but it turns out i was the easiest thing to throw away. i felt betrayed? used? and yes, i lost something, i lost all my self-confidence, what i had left or what i had rebuilt, my self-esteem, my love, my words, a piece of me, but now. i’m fine, because i’ve found a reason. now i’m able to move on a bit and to be able to put some order back into my chaos.

thank you very much for you message

[bisonaari]

For JO server : they opened a Discord server. There were no mods at first - only one chatroom and no slow mode - so it was impossible to follow

They’ve added more channels by now and there seems to be a few mods but yesternight was a mess

??????????????????

WHY ON EARTH WOULD THEY DO THAT

[maviedeneuneu]

Quand on a écouté la 1ère adjointe faire son discours au repas du personnel

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Heyyy I absolutely love your work!! Could I request a drabble of Bucky being completely smitten with the reader or a headcanon when the reader is sick??? Merci beaucoup mademoiselle🫶💖

Two Floors

PAIRINGS: 40's!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF, angst (if you squint), mentions of not haveing enough money

WORD COUNT: 1,759 (got carried away lol)

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

“Oh c’mon doll, can’t leave a poor man hangin’,” he says as he runs to catch up with you. You roll your eyes as he comes to walk along side you.

“Buchanan, I told you to go annoy Rogers instead. I have much more important things to do,” you bite in his direction as you make your way through the streets of Brooklyn.

Graduating high school, a month ago with your best friends, Bucky and Steve, was something your dreamed of when you met the two boys the first time your moved into the old apartment complex.

Since then, the three of you have become inseparable.

But something eats away at your heart, a painful piece of emotion that just slowly chews away at your peace.

“You got a job already?” Bucky asks as he slides his hands into his pockets. You adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder and nod your head, “just a small secretary job at the library. Enough to earn something until I finally decided what I wanna do with my life.”

Bucky laughs and lets out a low whistle, “still that ‘always need to know whay my future is’ type o’ girl, yeah?” You shake your head and slap his arm, “quit it, Buchanan. Or I’m telling Winnie your being an ass.”

Bucky rubs his arm, a little sore from your slap. “My ma trusts you more than the Lord himself,” Bucky comments, the loosely swinging his arm over your shoulder.

You doesn’t push it away.

“That’s because I don’t go bring random girls back home and make them scream my name in the middle of the night,” you smirk as you reveal you know of his nightly activities.

Bucky stops, forcing her stop. The look on his face is horrific and you snort and slap his chest at his reaction. “How’d you-,” he starts, but you continue to laugh.

“Becca tells me everything, Buchanan,” you wink at him before you start walking again. He breaks out of his reverie and jogs to catch up with you, “doll, it ain’t like that.”

You laugh and shake your head, “do I look like I care who you mess around with, Buchanan?” He pauses and shakes his head, it looks like to you he’s a bit upset, “no, you don’t”

You were about to say something else, but something caught your eye.

You stop and gasp as you walk towards the window of the shop.

The great glass pane with the large painted letters on it does not stop you from viewing the contents inside of the store.

The dainty little locket sits at the back of the display, hiding behind all the extravagant jewels. You know that the owner would’ve expected people to look at the jewels.

But the locket, it hangs lovingly from a thin gold chain. The oval case rests just in between the collarbone.

You think it’s the most beautiful piece you’ve ever seen.

Bucky see’s you view the locket and how in awe you are in as you frame a picture of it in your mind.

“Why don’t you get it,” Bucky suggests, nodding at the piece of jewellry. You let out a sad laugh, “because it costs more than our parents’ rent combined, Buchanan.”

You bite your lip while still looking at the necklace, “a girl could dream.”

You sigh and pull away, “let’s go.”

------- The Rogers’, the Barnes’ and your parents all stand in front of you as they sing ‘Happy Birthday’ for the eighteenth time in your life.

After they finish the song, out of key, you drag the simple knife down the cake, and they start cheering.

Your mother cuts up slices and hands it to everyone, you get up from the dining table and smooth out the wrinkles of the emerald green cotton dress your mother sewed for you.

The dad’s gather as they converse about the lastest sports, the mom’s are in the kitchen laughing as the cook dinner. Steve, Bucky, Rebecca and you sit in the living room.

You go against the opinions of Steve’s and Bucky’s as they complain about how high school was the worst time of their life.

“Look guys, you can’t say that,” you chastise them softly, “Becca, you’re in your junior year. It’s one of the best times you’ll ever experience.”

Becca nods, as Steve shakes his head to Bucky and Bucky mouths a ‘No’ in Becca’s direction.

“Buchanan,” you throw the couch pillow at him.

-------

“Hey, can I come in?” Bucky knocks on the window of your bedroom.

The party was over, and you’re parents went out to have a quick little dinner. They were upset because they didn’t want to leave you on your special day, but you knew how hard they’ve been working, and they didn’t have time to themselves. So you pushed them out the door and yelled a ‘have a great time’.

Bucky crouches on metal ridges that is your fire escape, waiting for your permission to enter your room.

You jump out of bed and raise your window a bit higher so he can fit in. “Are you out of your mind, Buchanan?” You whisper-yell at him.

He shrugs, “what? I live two floors above your doll, nothing to be worried about.” The wink he throws you way, makes you roll your eyes.

But there’s a place in your heart where it instantly becomes warm.

Because, even if Bucky was a player at times, he still caught your heart.

You did roll your eyes at his antics. But your smile was true from how playful he is.

You’d say ‘Quit it, Buchanan’, but in your mind you’d always whisper a ‘Don’t ever stop’.

You knew you were falling for Bucky, but you always forced those feelings down.

Because you knew, he won’t feel the same.

“What needed my attention so badly, that you had climb down to get here,” you cross your arms and narrow you’re eyes at him.

He smirks and sits on your bed, “well, I haven’t given you my present yet.”

You freeze.

You’re also confused.

“What? Of course you did, your family gifted me the Aesop Fable set,” you say as you walk to stand in front of him.

You vividly remember getting the gift, because it was something you have been telling Becca about for so long. And you squealed when you opened their present

But Bucky shakes his head, “no doll. They gave you, their gift. I haven’t given you mine.”

You pause, and you swear your heart starts beating a little faster.

“What”? You whisper, because you know you voice will crack if you spoke louder.

He pats the space next to him, “sit down, doll.”

You gulp and go sit down next to him, you obediently place you hands on your thighs as you wait for the next part.

Bucky gives a smile. But it’s different, you have never seen this look on Bucky before. The softness of his eyes, the way his cheeks are slightly flushed, the little crinkles at the corners of his lips as he maintains that smile.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box.

The box looked like it was originally used to store a single chocolate ball, but the lettering on it worn out and the edges are a bit jagged.

You look at bucky with confusion, “what is thi-.”

He interrupts you, “just open it f’me, doll.”

And you do.

“Bucky, no.”

The locket stares back up at you, the gold glints under the light of your room.

“You-you can’t be serious, thi-this has to be a joke,” you turn to face him with tears lining your eyes. You heart has never beaten so fast in your entire life.

Bucky’s grin widens and nods, “got it this morning, just for you.” He says your name so softly that you think it might break if he said it to harshly.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your head against his shoulder as you whisper your million ‘thank you’s’.

Bucky chuckles and rubs your back, “anything for you, doll.”

“Why, why me? Why this?” you shake your head against him.

“Because I gotta tell the girl, who lives two floors below me, that I’m in love with her,” Bucky pulls back and cups the back of your neck.

You gasp softly and furrow your brows at him, your shock so evident on your face.

“Gotta tell her that I’ve been after her since the day she moved into this building,” Bucky leans in and you follow.

How have you been so daft to not see this?

You close your eyes and stop until you’re a hair width’s away from Bucky’s lips.

“Gotta tell her how much I’ve been dreamin’ about her, and how she’s the only thing on my mind,” Bucky whispers, and you feel his breath hits your lips.

He softly places his lips on yours, and you move your hands to cup his face. You both move your lips in tandem to the other, as you try to feel more of one another.

He pulls away breathlessly and you follow suit.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time, doll,” he chuckles and leans in to place soft kisses on your jaw.

You giggle and whisper a ‘me too’.

Bucky takes the locket from your hands and starts to put it on for you.

He soon as he done, he leans back and sees how beautifully the necklace sits just above the dip of your collarbone.

“Open it up,” he nods at the locket. You smile and follow his orders, you gasp as you see a picture of your seventeenth birthday, with the Rogers’ and Barnes’, at Coney Island. And the other side had a picture of you and Bucky at Prom.

You didn’t have a date, well you did but he stood you up. So Bucky stepped in and became your man for the night.

You look up at him and have no words to say.

“I-,” you start but can’t finish your sentence.

“I know, doll. I know,” he smiles. “Been saving those tiny pictures for a while, but it was worth it,” he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes and relish this feeling that hangs in the air.

The feeling that you have been wanting to feel for so long now, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hmm, doll,” he whispers back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, doll.”

💌💌💌

OMG! MY FIRST EVER ANON!!

HELLO NONNIE!!!

Love this ask, I've always had this idea in mind, but never really knew how to write it.

I guess this is just a messy way of writing it lol.

I hope this is what you were looking for nonnie!!!

Lemme know what you lovelies think!!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya ����🏽🕊️🎀

[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x Male!Witcher!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by Yuni on Ao3: (Translated from French on Google translate, original request below) Hi, I really like your work and was wondering if you can do a The Witcher style male Natasha x Reader covered in scars (one of which is across his face) and tattoos, a mass of muscles and the rest as a result 😳 😅, who returns from the fight and finds Natasha. To this follows a well-deserved part of legs in the air 😆😜. Thank you if you accept, good continuation. (My apologies for so many details)

AN: I've never watched The Witcher, so thanks to @mostlymarvelsstuff for educating me lol.

Original request: Bonjour, j'aime beaucoup votre travail et je me demandais si vous pouvez faire un Natasha x Reader masculin du style The Witcher couvert de cicatrices (dont une lui barre le visage) et de tatouages, une masse de muscles et le reste en conséquences 😳😅, qui revient du combat et retrouve Natasha. À cela suit une partie de jambes en l'air bien méritée 😆😜. Merci si vous acceptez, bonne continuation. (Mes excuses pour tant de détails)

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You shove your shoulder into your door one final time that almost knocks it off its hinges as you stumble into your room. You throw your sword onto the carpet and have the urge to fall with it until you see Natasha Romanoff waiting on your bed for you.

"Nat?" you ask, fighting against the exhaustion seeping into your bones. "What are you doing here?"

"Here to congratulate you after another successful battle," she says. "I already got your bath ready for you--"

"You didn't have to." While part of you is grateful for her help, you also like to maintain your independency and don't like to be waited on very much.

"Come on," she beckons, standing up and offering her hand. You have no energy left to argue and follow her into the bathroom, where true to her word, the enormous wooden basin is filled with steaming water.

You turn around to let Natasha help you remove off your several layers of armor and clothing. Some of it is splattered with your opponents blood, some of it yours, although you had hardly been injured in the fight. Natasha's hand lingers on your chest, tracing the shell of the wolf medallion hanging around your neck. Her hand travels down your ribs, where you have a thin slash from a sword.

"Let me get you a bandage for that," she says, darting off while you stand there naked, taking a moment to admire your reflection in the mirror. The years of hunts had taken a visible toll on your body, with scars littering your torso and limbs. There is a ragged chunk of missing flesh on your left thigh and claw marks raking across your chest to your stomach. Your most prominent scar could not be easily hid with clothing because it was on your face, crossing your left eye from your forehead to your cheek. But despite the damage from an innumerable amount of fights, you were of good health and strongly built, with sculpted muscles that put most men to shame.

Natasha returns with a bandage and some ointment, but requests that you wash off the blood and dirt in the tub first. You are happy to oblige, slipping into the warm water and closing your eyes in bliss as the heat loosens your muscles.

Natasha conjures up a rag and a bar of soap, wetting both and rubbing them together until a white lather appears. You sit back and let her wash your face, arms, and chest, taking the washcloth from her to finish what's left under the water. She eyes you hungrily as you wash yourself, almost like she's jealous she doesn't get to do it herself.

"You'll get your turn," you promise as you drain the tub of the dirty water. Natasha fills a bucket to present you with clean water to rinse off with, and when you're done you stand up, dripping water onto the ground and Natasha not-so-subtly clenches her legs together.

You go back to the bedroom, allowing her to clean and bandage the cut on your side, and even after that she's still looking at you like she wants to devour you.

"Nat," you say, finally ready to give in to her.

"Hold on. Drink this." Out of nowhere, she conjures up a flask carrying a bright-red liquid and holds it out to you.

"Will this heal me?" you ask, hesitant from the potion's flashy color.

"Yes," Natasha says with a grin, "And it'll help you last longer."

It takes a moment for you to understand what she's referring to, but you eagerly down the potion, cringing at the harsh taste. It doesn't make you feel any different at first, but then a hot warmth spreads to your groin and you realize it's because Natasha's taken your cock in her hands and starts stroking you slowly.

You crawl back on the bed, spreading your legs to allow her to join you. She takes off her own multiple layers of clothing, climbing on top of you and rubbing her bare chest against yours. Her nipples are already hard and you grope her breasts roughly. She arches into you and moans, and you hike your hips up to rub your cock along her smooth thighs.

"Fuck, Y/N," she murmurs, her hands roaming your body as much as yours are on hers. Natasha loves the way your muscles shift and flex under her touch. She can practically feel the individual muscle fibers in your chest straining and popping and your thighs are rock-solid underneath hers.

Her nails dig into the curve of your biceps, trying to keep you pinned down, but of course her strength is no match for yours. You wrap your arms around her waist, flipping her over in one motion and kissing her fiercely. You feel her hands grab at your medallion, then going down your sides and gripping onto your muscular butt to guide your hips.

"Inside," she begs. "I need you."

"Not yet," you tease, rolling your hips slowly so the tip of your cock teases her entrance. But you don't think she's wet enough for you, and with your size, you don't want to hurt her by pushing in too early. Besides, it's fun to tease her.

"Please, please," she begs, widening her legs until you can see her glistening center.

You push two fingers into her and curl them against her front wall; she moans loudly and drops her head back into the pillows. Your cock hardens even more at the thought of her walls clenching around you like that. You roll your thumb over her clit a few times, pumping your fingers in and out, until her thighs are trembling and she's panting and gasping for your cock.

"Now you're ready," you announce, taking her thighs in your large hands and pressing them into the bed, holding them wide apart. You position yourself at your entrance and slide right in, moaning at the heat that clenches at you.

"Oh fuck, Nat," you grunt, overwhelmed by the urge to cum immediately, but you feel something in your stomach tighten, preventing you from release. Knowing this is the work of her potion but not sure how long it will last, you start thrusting in long, hard strokes, filling Natasha and pulling out until you see your tip wet with her juices.

"Yes, yes, just like that," Natasha moans, squirming on the bed as you hold her down and jack your hips into hers.

"You feel like perfection," you say, savoring the feeling of her silky walls dragging up and down your throbbing cock. You know when you finally get to cum, you're going to fill her to the brim.

"So do you," she says, trying to sit up and grab onto your broad shoulders to steady yourself with as the bedframe starts to shudder violently from your motions.

"When can I cum?" you ask, as if she holds that much control over you.

"After I do," she replies with a sly grin.

"Okay." You start to thrust even harder, your abs starting to burn from the effort. "Tell me when," you add, noticing her tensing up beneath you. You feel like you're ready to topple over the edge, but no matter how deeply you thrust into Natasha, you just can't reach the peak.

"I'm gonna cum!" Natasha squeaks, her nails digging into your muscles.

You don't stop thrusting even as she's gushing around you, the slickness aiding your strokes, and finally when her body stops convulsing, your cock pumps cum straight into her womb. The orgasm is so intense and sudden you think you pass out for a moment, finding yourself lying on top of Natasha in a sticky heap.

"Oh no, I am so sorry, Natasha--" you say, trying to push away from her but she locks her legs around your hips so you can't pull out.

"Stay," she says, enjoying the warmth of your body on top of her and the fullness of your cock inside her.

"As you wish," you say, in no mood to argue with her now and shifting to get comfortable.

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AN: This was fun to write! Thanks for the request!

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Unfaithful [JD]

the reader is a little bit the opposite of her sweet innocent brother, enjoy this ocasionally unhinged ocon!reader x jackie doohie :)

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yourusername guess who's ass is back at the track💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️ tagged alpinef1team

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alpinef1team good to have you back! estiebestiefan y/n!! we've missed you at the track, are you planning on making iconic tiktoks again?

yourusername absolutely! already have some in drafts baby

fanlovesyn y/n ready to be unhinged at the track again yourbestie you dont know how jealous i am itselenaberri i've missed you! randomfan so nice!! just curious, why haven't you been at the track for a while?

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yourusername icymi: i did, in fact, not thridwheel this christmas. i did, however, get babyfever😻😻 tagged estebanocon, itselenaberri

posted december 26th, 2023

familyfriend merry christmas y/n! tell the loverboy i said hi as well ;)

yourusername merci beaucoup😚😚

f1obsessed omg pierre liked?! are they dating?? randomfan the caption is too relatable honestly if that was my bf id fall in love too friendorsomething baby fever or breeding k*nk?

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yourusername well one of us siblings had to be unfaithful this year 🤭🤭

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yourbestie at least we had fun🫡 yndefender she's so hot estebanocon glad it was you not me randomfan not all the drivers lurking in the likes helpppp jackdoohan 😮‍💨😮‍💨 randomperson am i the only one weirded out by her behaviour?? her brother is an f1 driver, this isn't a good look

yndefender she's her own person and can do what she wants lol, besides esteban supports whatever she does lmao

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yourusername oh how i’ve missed being trackside tagged alpinef1team, estebanocon, lance_stroll, jackdoohan

posted march 5th, 2023

f1lover that pic of lance🫠🫠 estebanocon i've missed having you here petite💙 yourbestie ahhh i can't wait to be back with youuuuu!!

yourusername me neither!!! and for you to meet all my new besties hehe

feederseriesfan feeding the jack girlies wth randomfan y/n i beg please make more tiktoks with lance yourbestie stop being horny on main challenge

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randomfan elena and y/n being besties is such a slay mickschumacher 😊😊 ynlover WHO IS THAT GUY

yourusername a hottie is who he is (also he’s preeetty good at ***)

estiefan y/n's bf being aussie is so real of her bc i'd fall for that accent too yourbestie tell the lover i said g'day

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formulafan ok but she's spending a suspicious amount of time with jack atp pierregasly there's something missing

yourusername unfortunately yuki wasn't available because some french guy claimed him pierregasly i meant me

yourcousin people in love🤮🤮 (you guys look cute) jackdoohan spent so much time with mick and no pictures of him?

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estebanocon rain was lovely as always randomfan seeing y/n interact with all these drivers except her brother is so funny

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yourusername it's officially out there that you'll be a formula one driver. so i'm writing a sappy post 🤗🤗 jackie, it's not where we're used to it, but you got the spot you deserve. you deserve to be in f1 wether thats with alfa romeo, alpine or red bull, and you finally got there. i remember the first time you told me "life always has its way", and it does. you deserve all the good things coming your way. now here's sappy thank you because i probably won't do a long caption like this until an engagement (preferably ours😇) you came in at the right time in my life when everything was going wrong for me and i needed change. you knew that and encouraged it, but you never made me change myself. i always had to do what felt right and "life would have its way", and it did. it'll feel weird to not watch the race with you, but cheering you on is the only acceptable reason why :) i love you, thank you for everything you did for me when you were here, jack. wish you weren't leaving, but life always has its way 🫶🏼 congrats on the seat, doohie posted july 25th, 2023

yourusername idk why im so emotional congratulating you as if i wont be cheering you on (and sucking you off) every race weekend, also hey guys me and jack are dating lolz!

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yourbestie congratulations jack!! so deserved estebanocon excited for you mate! @/jackdoohan

jackdoohan thanks brother🙏🏼

jackdoohan thank you baby 💙💙 i love you more than i can explain

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dearest beloveds,

ça fait des siècles que je ne vous ai pas raconté ma vie de manière régulière donc!! petit update post!! (depuis début 2024)

j'ai changé de boulot en janvier!!! mon changement de boulot m'a valu une mention dans un gros journal et je ne suis plus à deux doigts d'un mental breakdown, ce qui me parait très positif, même si je m'ennuie beaucoup (et que je vais devoir recadrer un de mes collègues qui s'est attribué 2 fois cette semaine le mérite d'un travail que j'ai fait).

ma nouvelle manager est très encourageante/donne des opportunités/... donc c'est plutôt bien, même si on a des styles de travail très différent.

le reste de mes collègues.... bof, à part un ou deux des personnes très seniors que je connaissais avant - ce qui ne m'aide pas dans mon problème suivant : les gens pensent que je suis VIEILLE ! j'ai été engagée comme manager et je refuse de socialiser pendant mon temps libre avec les "jeunes" qui sont lame (et qui d'ailleurs m'excluent régulièrement!) donc les gens ne me placent presque plus dans la catégorie des jeunes. quelqu'un pensait que j'avais 30 (TRENTE) ans. j'en ai 24 !! je suis plus jeune que la moitié des stagiaires lol. problème à régler, merci de m'envoyer vos conseils pour avoir de nouveau l'air jeune et mims

parlant de collègues, je suis devenue excellente amie maintenant avec mon ancienne manager qui a été une grande partie de mon départ de mon ancien boulot. turns out, elle est très sympa quand je ne dois pas travailler avec elle !

j'ai : beaucoup de temps libre maintenant (parfois je rentre chez moi à 15h) ce qui me permet de vaquer à mes occupations principales : - - faire la sieste - cuisiner (au moins 1 fois par semaine dans ma casserole Le Creuset) - peindre, - aller au cinéma (au moins 3 fois par mois) et - faire du sport. je m'y suis enfin remise sérieusement - je fais du yoga, du pilates, des cours régulièrement, je nage,.... et je suis devenue une cycliste ! si vous voyez un vélo faire du 2km/h dans les rues de Bruxelles, c'est sûrement moi.

anyways. je vais mieux??? encore un peu dans ma "mélancolie era" mais tout le monde que je vois me dit à quel point j'ai l'air d'être en meilleure forme, ce qui me fait grandement plaisir

[pompadourpink]

Hi mom I'm going to spend three weeks in France in a few months and I was wondering what things I should know so I don't upset anyone lol thanks for all you do

Hello dear,

Exciting!

We are attached to politeness. Say hello when you start a conversation with anyone (including salespeople), enter any type of professional place (bakery, small store, waiting room) and to the bus driver. Walking up to a stranger and immediately asking a question is extremely rude and we will be rude back (which explains our reputation - tourists were unknowingly crass first).

When talking to strangers/salespeople: the right question is something like Bonjour (pause until they make eye contact and say it back), excusez-moi de vous déranger, je ne trouve pas le sucre/je cherche la rue Victor Hugo/---, est-ce que vous pouvez m'aider? (...). Merci beaucoup, bonne journée, au revoir.

If you don't speak French, learn how to pronounce Bonjour, excusez-moi de vous déranger, est-ce que vous parlez anglais? (and after a possible no: C'est pas grave, merci quand même, au revoir) so you don't look like a donkey.

Blend in. Don't be loud, respect people's space (and escalator/pavement laws), avoid intrusive questions, bashing the country + money talk. No PJs at the store. You are trying to befriend cats; "my way or the highway" is not going to work.

Use the right pronouns. Level 1: say Vous to any professional, older strangers (including people's relatives, who will say Tu back), and Tu to friends, their friends, any kid or teen. Level 2: most likely say Tu to people your age, unless their energy calls for something else. Level 3: say Tu in non-formal places (bar, tattoo parlour) regardless of age. Cheat code: avoid making a choice by saying things like Comment ça va? instead of Comment tu vas?

Random tourist advice:

In cafés/restaurants: we don't really tip, cooks aren't used to personalised orders, and waiters will leave you alone (no refills, small talk, pet names) unless you lift your hand, make eye contact and mouth "Excusez-moi". You can pay with cash or a debit card but I wouldn't recommend checks.

Other cities are fine but if you are using public transportation in Paris, take notes or download la RATP's app beforehand: you'll often need to take two or three subways to get somewhere and there is no info inside the station.

Travel light and pick trusty trainers, cobblestone doesn't like heels. Watch your step. Men pee outside a lot and people don't pick up dog poo.

Be aware of pickpockets. Zip your pockets, keep your bag on the side or the front, avoid flaunting luxury items or looking/dressing/acting like a professional tourist, and for the love of God, don't go to the Champs Elysées at night.

Catcalling and street harassment are unfortunately common. Feel free to hook up, condoms shouldn't be a problem but don't expect to find a husband, your typical French Tinder match isn't looking for love.

If you're into skincare, pharmacies are your wet dream.

If you want to travel, take a TGV (very fast train, to book preferably weeks to months before) to get to other cities in 1-5h. London via the Eurostar is 2h30 away and many capitals are a 2h cheap flight away. Going to Disneyland takes about an hour from downtown Paris to Marne-La-Vallée.

If you need medical assistance, call the 112 (European emergency number) or the 18 (fire brigade, good eggs) and the police, the 17 (take forever to answer).

At the moment, there's a weird thing happening in France where young people (mostly girls) get spiked with needles in nightclubs. Keep yourself safe.

Many museums are free/stores offer discounts if you're under 25 and you get a free ride on a bateau-mouche if your birthday is the same week.

Carry an umbrella and sunglasses regardless of the season.

More: restaurant guide, why won't the French let me practice my French, list of Parisian museums + Planétarium + movie theatres.

Hope this helps! x

[pillowspace]

(I will attempt french though my french skills are lacking lol. Because maybe you don't get a lot of asks in french!)

Si je peut demander, est vous Canadian? Aussi vous est une personne avec beaucoup de talent!! J'aime beaucoup ton art, c'est juste telment magnifique!! Merveilleux! Je ne sais pas le mot dans français mais c'est telment awesome!! Très bien!!!

Oui, je suis canadienne! Ma première langue est l'anglais mais j'aime apprendre le français parce que j'aime les langues. C'est amusant. AH MERCI BEAUCOUPPPP, J'APPRÉCIE VRAIMENT ÇA <3<3 je vous donne mon cœur

[captainfern]

Hey you 🫵🤓 Listen to me please 👉🏻👈🏻! I've been reading your stories about Price for a while now and you've completely turned me into a slut for him 🫣 I never dared to ask because I'm much too shy for that. But I wanted to thank you for making my days sad againes

Ps: Sorry if my English is bad

have a nice day 🫶🏻

aww thank you so much !!! merci beaucoup, je l’apprécie <3

je ne parle pas couramment, mais je connais un peu le français lol (donc je suis désolé si mon français n'est pas très bon). et ton anglais est bon !!

and lol i’m happy i’m still converting people into price sluts <3

[starmaniamania]

hellooo je suis arrivée sur ton blog après avoir vu le show à la Seine Musicale il n'y a pas longtemps, et être tombée dans un rabbithole Starmania lmao merci de nourrir la fandom niche sur tumblr! J'ai lu ton post sur le fait que tu trouvais la version de 2022 la plus optimiste et je suis d'accord sur ce qui est de faire exploser Zero Janvier, mais je suis pas sûre d'avoir vu la même chose pour ce qui est de la relation Johnny/Cristal! (1)

Justement j'ai été hyper choquée de la scène après l'interview, j'ai vraiment eu l'impression de voir Cristal se faire agresser sexuellement par l'ensemble du gang qui se jette sur elle, puis se faire traîner par Johnny contre son gré, pour ensuite lui prendre la main et tomber amoureuse de lui?? J'avais pas du tout l'impression que c'était consensuel & cette séquence m'a mise super mal à l'aise et m'a un peu gâché tous les autres numéros avec eux après (2) Mais après en écoutant/regardant la version 1979/1988, j'ai beaucoup plus été touchée par leur rencontre/coup de foudre, surtout avec Un enfant de la pollution originellement chantée par Johnny & le passage à la fin où Cristal dit qu'elle le comprend et qu'ils sont pas si différents finalement, et je comprends bcp plus leur connexion! (et puis ils se tournent autour, y a de la tendresse c'est un peu mims koi) Je ne sais pas ce que tu en penses?? Mercii (3)

Hello hello, merci ! :D Bienvenue !

Alors, c'est une grosse question comme souvent avec Starmania et qui n'a pas de réponse simple :p

Pour moi, dans Starmania, personnage n'est censé être tout bon ou tout méchant. Tous les persos ont leur part d'ombre plus ou moins prononcée. A la base, le personnage de Cristal est basé sur l'enlèvement de Patricia Hearst, le fait divers des 70s qui a popularisé l'idée (maintenant debunked, mais bon) du Syndrome de Stockholm. Patty Hearst a vécu des trucs horribles aux mains de ses kidnappeurs avant de se "ranger de leur côté." Evidemment c'est une idée hyper problématique, mais très courante dans la fiction : la femme qui tombe amoureuse du méchant qui l'a violentée parce qu'en vrai elle était pas vraiment contre. (Après de manière générale l'oeuvre est traversée de trucs limites sur le thème du fantasme de viol en particulier, cf Stella. Venant de 2 créateurs homme ça me fait toujours un peu tiquer, c'est pour ça que je suis pas du tout mécontente qu'on ait évacué "Sex Shops," mais c'est une autre histoire.)

Donc l'origine de l'histoire de Cristal et Johnny, c'est ça - c'est pas censé être consensuel au début, et je comprends que ça puisse refroidir parce que de nos jours ça détonne vraiment.

(Ca va être long donc je coupe :p)

Après, les différentes versions de Starmania ont toutes interprété l'histoire un peu comme elles voulaient/pouvaient en accentuant certains aspects par rapport à d'autres.

En 79, Michel Berger était assez réticent aux idées les plus cash de Plamondon (comme le fait que Sadia puisse vraiment être un homme travesti), et France Gall refusait de "salir" son image familiale pour ne pas choquer son public (par exemple elle refusait de brandir une arme sur scène.) Du coup, est-ce que ce qu'ils ont fait en 79 est vraiment ce qu'ils voulaient, ou juste ce qui a été faisable vu les circonstances ? Comme on a pas la trace complète du spectacle, on ne sait pas vraiment comment ces séquences étaient mises en scène. En plus, j'ai l'impression que l'image positive et "good guys" de France Gall et Balavoine a un peu effacé les aspects les plus edgy du show (on voit bcp de gens qui disent qu'ils sont fans de Starmania depuis les 70s qui ont l'impression de découvrir le message politique ou la violence des actions des Etoiles Noires en 2022 et se demandent même si ça a été rajouté pour moderniser l'oeuvre - version positive - ou par "wokisme" - version débile.)

[AH OUI et j'ai oublié un truc: "Enfant de la pollution" chanté par Johnny, c'était censé être une réponse ironique à ses questions ! Faut le comprendre, hein... lol]

En 88, le but de Plamondon et Berger était de rendre l'histoire claire et simple à comprendre en 1h30, de faire quelque chose "qui se regarde comme un film" (citation directe de Plamondon). Et du coup, pour moi, ça se traduit par une (sur)simplification de l'intrigue, une (sur)explicitation des motivations des personnages, et le fait d'avoir mis "l'histoire d'amour" de Johnny et Cristal, un peu aseptisée, au centre de l'intrigue, comme dans un film hollywoodien. Par exemple, l'apparition (en tous cas en France, je sais pas si elle était dans les versions québecoises intermédiaires) de la reprise de "Monopolis" en duo. Confession : j'aime pas du tout ce moment 😅 Justement je trouve que ça donne un côté eau de rose qui ne va pas avec le contexte général de l'oeuvre, ça m'ennuie, enfin y'a rien qui va pour moi.

Dans les années 90/2000, ils sont partis dans l'autre sens. Lewis Furey a accentué l'aspect sexuel des relations entre les persos (dès la rencontre de Sadia et Johnny ils se foutent littéralement la main au paquet) et le côté hyper glauque de l'enlèvement. Cristal est littéralement attachée les jambes écartées pendant que Johnny la caresse en chantant "j'ai toujours rêvé de rencontrer un ange" et elle répond "on se ressemble bien plus..." à moitié en pleurant, genre elle lui dit ce qu'il veut entendre pour qu'il lui fasse pas + de mal... BEURK.

Du coup, pour moi, 2022 c'est un peu la synthèse de tout ce passif. Ils ont fait le choix de rendre les Etoiles Noires menaçantes pour de vrai (et pas juste de laisser la possibilité au public de penser que toutes leurs exactions sont de la propagande des médias, bien que évidemment cet aspect là est présent aussi dans un show qui parle autant de manipulation médiatique.) Pour moi, "Quand on arrive en ville" avec Johnny qui bute des gens de manière aussi théâtrale, c'est le raccourci narratif qui évite d'avoir 15 JT qui énumèrent leurs actions comme en 79 (ils ont attaqué un péage, ils ont fait sauter une banque, ils ont fait ci et ça etc etc.) Ca nous rappelle bien, au cas où on avait gardé l'idée de Balavoine un peu nounours en tête, que Johnny c'est pas juste un gentil mec de gauche mais qui est rejeté par la méchante société sans aucune raison. Personne n'est gentil dans Starmania. C'est nécessaire d'appuyer cet aspect violent, parce que ça rend son évolution d'autant plus marquante.

Par contre, effectivement pour la rencontre, Cristal se fait bousculer en arrivant, et ça a parfois un aspect sexuel (une main glissée sous la jupe, en général, mais sinon ça reste + soft je crois, genre ils lui touchent les cheveux ou la reniflent.) Par contre le coup de foudre me semble réel. Au départ, le Johnny désabusé et nihiliste de "Quand on arrive" s'amuse clairement avec Cristal et laisse les Etoiles Noires la chahuter, mais rapidement il commence à vasciller entre jouer au dur avec elle et la protéger des Etoiles Noires. Pour moi, à partir du moment où ils quittent la scène, ils sont en fuite ensemble. Elle trébuche, il revient en arrière pour la relever, il lui ouvre la porte... Tous ces petits gestes d'attention me font penser qu'il a vraiment changé d'attitude.

Et toute la partie de la fuite qui est super stylisée (genre au début ils sont clairement dans les coulisses d'une salle de spectacle, ils utilisent les fly cases, ensuite la voiture part vers le ciel, à la fin ils sont "dans les étoiles" pendant la partie "Coup de foudre" etc.) pour moi c'est une ellipse narrative. La convention théâtrale nous fait avaler que 2 persos qui viennent de croiser le regard l'un de l'autre peuvent tomber fous amoureux en 2 secondes, mais ce passage là pour moi, il se déroule sur un temps plus long. C'est Johnny et Cristal qui s'enfuient ensemble et qui apprennent à se connaître, pas juste sur les 4 min de Banlieue Nord mais sur la période dont parle Marie-Jeanne dans son interlude suivant, quand elle dit que ça fait 1 mois qu'on a pas de nouvelles de Johnny et Cristal. A ce stade, je peux totalement croire que leur amour est sincère même si les débuts ont été chaotiques et pas toujours 100% réglo du point de vue du consentement.

BREF, tout ça pour dire que je comprends bien que ça puisse être gênant car c'est une intrigue qui cherche à nous faire nous poser des questions sur nos propres limites. Qui est-ce qu'on veut ou peut aimer dans cette histoire ? Pourquoi ? Qu'est ce qu'on est prêts à excuser ? Par exemple moi je suis 100% ok avec les meurtres au parpaing mais je suis intimement convaincue que Johnny n'est pas vraiment un violeur et que cette réplique LA en particulier est donc une exagération des médias 💁‍♀️ Mais c'est un arrangement que je fais avec l'histoire, ses origines douteuses, son arc narratif bizarre, incomplet et désorganisé, et ma propre conscience :p

Voilà, bon je sais pas si j'ai répondu à ta question au final 😅 mais n'hésite pas si tu as une vision différente des choses !

[gryphis-eyes]

I wanted to ask your opinion on this because you're French and know a lot about your country's folklore.

I am an American witch who has never been to France, though I'm going to change that someday. However, I am a francophile who has been studying French history, culture, language and folklore for years now. The only reason I ended up believing in magic was because of that sense of awe I got when I looked at pictures of French forests and read French history and folklore.

So I wanted to know, would it be wrong if I took inspiration from French folklore for my magic practice? I own a huge stack of books written in France, I'm learning the language and the history of the individual regions that the folklore comes from and I'm adding to my collection all the time. And if it's alright for me to do it, is there anything in particular I should know or keep in mind on my journey?

Merci beaucoup de votre attention.

Bonjour~

There is absolutely nothing wrong in wanting to take inspiration from our folklore and I would even say that you can as well call upon the fairies/witch and other "named entities"

Think of Melusine or La Vieille (an equivalent of Cailleach) nothing stop you from calling onto them

By named entities I'm not talking about fairy folk in general but more of the specific ones, like La Velue or Graoully. I'm part of the people who believe that the spirits are bound to their lands but nothing stops you from calling onto specific ones.

As for the extra advices I'd say that you can also check the folklore from Belgium since we share a lot (it's mostly centered around witches, one of the most famous is Quintine), the England one share a lot of similarities as well I'd highly recommend Gemma Gary for the practice.

I don't remember if I told you about him but Claude Lecouteux made a lot of books on the folklore and I think a lot of his books have been translated in english!

For that last advice I don't think I have to say it because it's kinda obvious lol but stories from Bretagne will be your best friends !

Bon courage 🌹

[dilatorywriting]

Loved the Siren!Vil fic; good soup. Petty Vil and equally as petty Reader; always great to see. The end too was *mwah* keeping us hanging for more!

Sidenote, I will now be calling my friends and siblings as the 'Bitchiest Beach Bitch' forevermore whenever we go to the beach; reading that had me wheezing for a good bit.

Merci beaucoup, mon ami!

I sat there for a solid two minutes trying to think of an alternative for 'Bitchiest Beach Bitch' that didn't just repeat either 'bitch' or 'beach' ad nauseum, realized 'Bitchiest Beach Bitch' in face deserved both its bitches, and happily added it to my mental repertoire forever lol

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

strawberry emoji i'm on laptop watching total forgiveness in my other window sorry

lol maybe that's how i'll be able to get through watching total forgiveness i've been yet so afraid to look at it with both eyes open

i never know what you're gonna say about anything, and you're so genuine. sincere communication on the internet is hard and often merits clarifications, and you always specify when tone might not be clear, and you do so in this wacky second language, so uh merci beaucoup!